APOTHEOSIS
30 by 40 inches
The highest point in a person’s development
Back to the Gallery
before transcendence to divine status.
An abandoned child
Leaves a broken home
And descends into the subway
Where she finds asylum
In a silent crowd goaded by the system
To repeat the only remaining predictable pattern in her life…
The morning rush.
The prophecies written on the walls
Mean nothing to a mere girl
Waiting to escape the darkness
And dance on Shakespeare’s great stage
Where movement would fill the empty space
Once occupied by the love of the author
Who penned her manuscript…
Before throwing it away.
Cracked but not broken
She would futilely fight
To recapture that which was never lost
By letting her adversaries raise their armies…
Against themselves.
And while the war raged,
The refugees would follow the woman
Who rose above the turmoil by becoming…
Wind over water.
